Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Ah Hu looked at the green-haired ghost that had turned gray, and his face turned deathly pale.

The green-haired ghost was his greatest asset; without it, how could he win every single game?

But at this moment, there was no other option but to gamble, so he gritted his teeth and roared:

"Come on... let's continue!"

"Okay, I'll look at my cards!" Dai Ran took a deep breath and lifted the corner of her cards—

Hearts Ace, Hearts King, Hearts Queen.

Flush.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm and looked up at Ah Hu:

"Twenty times!"

Ah Hu's face was gloomy.

The moment the Green-Headed Ghost was destroyed, the scattered cards in his hand lost any possibility of "variables".

But he refused to believe it and gritted his teeth, continuing for two more rounds.

When it came time to reveal the final cards, Dai Ran slowly showed her straight of hearts.

The entire room fell silent.

Ah Hu stared at the three glaring red cards, his lips trembling slightly.

The game continues.

Dai Ran was full of confidence this time, calling and raising in every round.

Ah Hu lost his usual "winning instinct," and the cards in his hand became mediocre.

In the final round, Dai Ran put all her money in: "All in."

Dai Ran's fingers trembled slightly as she gently lifted the lid—

Ace of Hearts, Ace of Diamonds, Ace of Spades.

Leopard A!

The biggest card!

The entire room fell silent. Ah Hu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "No, impossible..."

Chu Sheng smiled: "It's your turn."

Ah Hu's hands trembled as he turned over his cards—K, Q, J of clubs, a straight flush, a top-tier hand second only to the Ace of Three.

If it weren't for Dai Ran's Ace of Spades, he would have definitely won.

"Whoosh—"

A suppressed gasp rippled through the casino.

Ah Hu stared intently at the three cards, his eyes bloodshot.

He suddenly looked up at Dai Ran, then at Chu Sheng behind her, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a word.

"I won." Dai Ran stood up and gathered her chips in front of her.

"The money here, according to your rules, is enough to repay Zhao Xiaoyu for selling herself!"

"Release them!"

She counted out 128,000 chips and pushed them in front of Ah Hu.

After calculating, I realized I had won over 20,000 more.

Ah Hu looked at the chips, his face turning pale and then flushed, as if all his strength had been drained, and he slumped into a chair.

"Tiger Brother..."

A group of henchmen nearby immediately pulled out machetes and steel pipes from the corner of the wall, intending to go forward and fight back.

But Ah Hu waved his hand, glanced at Chu Sheng who looked calm and composed, and said with a wry smile:

"I admit defeat. You... should leave."

Zhao Xiaoyu and Li Ming felt as if they had been granted a pardon and thanked Professor Liu profusely.

"Why thank me? You should thank Dai Ran and Chu Sheng."

Upon hearing Professor Liu's words, Zhao Xiaoyu suddenly realized what was happening—Chu Sheng's feat of burning a ghost with his bare hands had truly amazed her.

Ignoring the feelings of the sycophantic Li Ming, she stepped forward and thanked him repeatedly, even deliberately rubbing her chest against Chu Sheng.

"Get out of here."

Although Chu Sheng was not very resistant to beautiful women, he did not like "drinking tea", especially the finest tea processed from abroad.

He withdrew his hand, walked to the offering table, his gaze falling on the black pottery jar, and asked:

"Where did you get this ghost-raising jar?"

Ah Hu gave Chu Sheng a complicated look and asked, "What will happen if I don't tell you?"

Chu Sheng stroked the patterns on the ghost-raising jar and said calmly:

"I'm a law-abiding citizen, so naturally I won't do anything to you."

"However, raising ghosts to amass wealth and forcing good people into prostitution damages one's virtue and shortens one's lifespan."

"It's normal for him to go crazy, isn't it?"

Ah Hu's heart skipped a beat, and he gripped the homemade gun tighter and tighter, but in the end, it turned into helplessness:

"It was brought back from Fengman by my grandfather in his early years."

"I don't know exactly where it is."

"He only said that it was a mass grave, caused by the Japanese devils massacring people from Northeast China."

"And there's some kind of tower."

"Plump?" Chu Sheng raised an eyebrow, then looked at him with relief, "The memorial tower..."

"It seems to have nothing to do with Mount Miku."

He reached out and picked up the ghost-raising jar—the green-haired ghost inside was bad, but the jar itself was a genuine treasure.

After returning, performing a ritual to help the original owner pass on is the best way to offer sacrifices to the altar soldiers.

"According to your rules, I'm taking this with me."

"You won't have any objections, will you?"

"No...no!" Ah Hu shook his head.

Without the green-haired ghost, he has no use for this thing; in fact, it would only attract unwanted attention.

"But... is what you just said true? Will it implicate me in bad karma and shorten my lifespan...?"

Chu Sheng scoffed, "Scared now? Too bad, it's too late."

"In less than three years, you'll be bedridden and unable to get out of bed."

As he spoke, he wrapped the ghost-raising jar with a piece of red cloth and held it up with one hand.

Ah Hu trembled all over and collapsed to the ground.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Several uniformed police officers rushed in. The one in the lead was an older officer in his fifties, who was taken aback by the scene inside the room.

"What... what's going on?"

Professor Liu quickly stepped forward to explain.

After listening, the old policeman looked at the twisted homemade gun and Ah Hu kneeling on the ground, then looked at Chu Sheng with a complicated expression, without saying anything more.

He confiscated the homemade guns and escorted Professor Liu and the others away.

After all, even if investigated, Ah Hu would only face an administrative penalty.

……

We returned to the guesthouse in the township.

Professor Liu kept a dark expression on his face. After thanking Chu Sheng, he returned to his room without even eating.

Chu Sheng ordered a bowl of beef-flavored instant noodles, a sausage, and a small bottle of sweet water. He then returned to his room, locked the door, and began to eat comfortably.

Having spent so many days in the Republic of China era, his mouth was practically tasteless.

I received two phone calls during the meal.

One belongs to Zhou Li, and the other to Fatty Yu.

The former was simply making conversation, mentioning Zhao Jun and Chen Ming a couple of times, as well as Fang Qian, whom Chu Sheng didn't want to hear about, and also asking him when he would be going back.

Chu Sheng replied casually.

It must be said that after practicing the "Introduction to the Joyful Zen Visualization Diagram" with Zhou Li, his mental strength improved significantly, and the fact that he could control his gravity technique at will is the best proof of this.

Fatty Yu approached him to discuss a business deal.

"A haunted house?"

Chu Sheng was somewhat surprised to hear about this kind of deal for the first time, and originally wanted to refuse.

But hearing about the potential profits really tempted him.

"Brother, now is the time when housing prices are rising."

"You can earn at least twenty dollars by cleaning a haunted house."

"With your methods, you might as well just use your hands."

As the name suggests, "cleaning a haunted house" means cleaning up houses that are said to be haunted.

Of course, we don't build houses smaller than 400 square meters.

And who among those who can afford a 400-square-meter house isn't incredibly wealthy?

A simple meal for them costs more than 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, so twenty or so people aren't considered expensive.

"Okay, I agree." Chu Sheng thought for a moment and realized that he was indeed short of money.

"However... I want to charge by the square meter!"

"One equals one thousand!"

After entering the Great Circulation, Chu Sheng had to take a medicinal bath every day.

The lowest grade of medicinal bath materials costs more than 30,000 yuan, the mid-range costs around 200,000 yuan, and the high-end is even more expensive, with almost no upper limit.

If you don't earn more money, you can't even enjoy a proper bath.

After hearing Chu Sheng's offer, Fatty Yu gave him a thumbs up in admiration:

"Bro, I thought I was dark enough, but I didn't expect you to be even darker than me!"